We clung to our homes like frightened mothers clutching their children,

Terrified that they’d be snatched away by invisible forces.

Our guilt stunk with the stench of a thousand corpses

Rotting under the summer sun,

Tracking the storm to us,

Trailing like ravenous blood hounds on a chase

Wanting nothing more than to sink its teeth

Into our souls and taste vengeance.

But deep inside we all knew that the ghastly terror was justified –

The smell of burning flesh still hung over our picture perfect town,

The screams that shrieked loud enough to blow back the flames

Were etched and tattooed on our brains.

The hallowed tornado of justice ripped the saintly clothes off our backs.

We stood stark naked, unveiled as the sinners we were.

…And then the rains came.

-Poem Written By Justin Farley

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